getting yelled at for fidgeting

Box arranging yesterday and fiddle-futzing with the house network. DSL still doesn’t seem to be turned on – but Kev’s got all of the machines talking to the airport hub now. Well – sorta – my machine won’t talk to the USB Color Printer. (grumble)

Upgraded all of the machines to Panther… F9 is worth the price of the upgrade.

Danny called that afternoon, probably getting my “I feel so haggard” hints in recent non-blog entries – and said he’s recovered enough to cut some hair….

Well – he didn’t need to twist my arm… We picked Chad up from work and headed over to his place.

“Group Haircut Love for All!”

It’s really amazing if you think about it… Hairdressers wield so much power. (Yes, I’m tipping my hat to Morrissey)… But seriously, what would take hundreds of dollars and countless trips to a therapist to make you feel better about yourself, your hairdresser can do for thirty bucks and thirty minutes.

We left Danny’s and I felt like a new monkey.

*I did have a residual complex because he noted that my gray hair has apparently tripled since he cut my hair last in December….

But I’ll save that ball of neurotic fretting for another day – and I’ll sure as hell not blog about it.